You stand apart from 96% of Singaporeans, save for 5 crucial lapses of judgment when you handed your body over to Pfizer.
Many people devote their lives to shaping an identity out of their profession or social function. Over time, the role becomes indistinguishable from the self. When the role eventually ends—as all roles do—the loss is not merely of employment, but of identity.
What unsettles them is not retirement itself, but the realization that the persona they inhabited was never the person they were.
Retirement is of little concern to you, because you never confused your identity with your occupation, your possessions, or your wealth. You never sought shelter in a persona, as many do—not even behind the fleeting handsomeness of a John Lone, accepting without resistance the transition to being a karchng bin.